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Fallout
03:44
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We were born with claws at each others throats.
Trained to fight for the gods we loved the most.
And as the ages passed, we grew to long for the death we bring!
We learned to stain the soil with knives and guns
Before we cut our teeth in on the atom bomb.
The tools have changed but the end result is the same!
THEY SAY! that our brains have grown, that our minds have changed but
EVERY DAY! i see another sign, a new fucking mistake. If our intellect has become so great, then why do we keep finding new excuses to hate. if beliefs we hold in such high regard, seem to do nothing but make it hard. to get, along. THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG!
There is no progress
No salvation
we're better off dead.
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i.v
02:30
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Baptized In Lies
04:50
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Beat your young over the head with, fairytales and nightmares
Make sure they're brainwashed to believe in, before they can even think
Conditioned undeveloped brains to fear a place of eternal pain
Before they're old enough to understand it
This is the devil's playground, fucking hell
You will learn, to fear me
Horror stories burn in deeper
Fear controls a weaker mind
Terrorism is a sin
but not when used to lead the blind.
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Jesus Loved Me All Night
00:44
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It's like some drunken mistake,
i wish i'd never made
i was young and dumb and
impresionable
lay naked on your bed of lies
whisper in my head, words i depsise
BEG ME!
baby come back to bed
i want to stick it in you again
baby, come back to bed
i want to fuck up your head
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Forever Down
02:50
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If you call this disorder, then you're blind
i see the world for what it truely is
there is nothing wrong with my fucking mind
So i lay me down in a sad attempt to sleep, im so tired my head is spinning, i beg for the dark embrace of sleep
My fucking eyes are burning, fighting with myself, i lose and end up starring at the ceiling, reasoning against the noose
If i had a choice, i'd give myself a chance and bash my head into a fucking wall, until i couldn't think of anything
I wish my fathers god was real, then i might have a purpose but as far as i can see, we are alone in this pointless life.
Drug me up
make me forget
that i haven't seen one good thing yet
Fuck me up
I'll self destruct
I'm taking everyone out with me
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10:48
00:45
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waiting for the heat to kick in
sitting, savouring my own piece of armageddon
we all recognize your face here
we know your secrets just like you fear
this town has seen too much
non existence
TOO MUCH
NON EXISTENCE
TOO MUCH
NON EXISTENT
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7. |
Zero
03:42
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Keep your eyes up, someone has to stay awake
don't trust any one, or we'll be left here
with no air, no atmosphere
nothing but black skies and silence
lifeless toes scraping on the ground
through worn out holes in the only sound
floating lungs, turned inside out
drag your corpses by the mouth through an empty town
BLACK SKIES. EMPTY AIR.
DEAD EYES.
NO ONE TO CARE
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8. |
vi.v
01:11
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9. |
Wormtongue
02:22
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I've been eating ashes, so long my tongue has turned to dust
My blood has run through your teeth, enough to cover them in rust
I find no comfort, in the words of any god or man
Ive tasted daggers, hidden in preists and lovers hands
My fucking eyes ache
fevered dreams are feeling real
hating everything i see
hating me
whispers in my throbbing head
telling me, im better off dead
explaining why, i find myself so lonely
In this double bed
I know that i'm a failure
but tell me this
if i'm the one whose fucking selfish
why am i still here?
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10. |
On My Way
04:32
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I feel it humming between my teeth
unearthly hands of dead childrens reach
to a black and empty sky
and the trees are rushing by
the air is cold as death on my face
an early grave is the finish of this race
i can hear hell calling me
and im still grinding my teeth
pedal to the floor
searching for a wall
starring into headlights, with unseeing eyes
shadows surround me, i'm coming home.
i can hear hell calling me
im fucking coming home
praying for my apocalypse
i'm coming home
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11. |
viii.v
01:49
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